Chap -2
Spike walked to his crypt growling and snarling all the way. When he reached his destination he entered, slamming the door behind him. He continued to look at the shattered remains of his Sex Pistols CD. He sat on the floor laying the shards upside-down and began to piece it back together. Spike smiled when he had finished and it began to look like its old self again.
He quickly jumped up to get some tape he had lying around. Sitting back down, he began to tape the pieces together. When all the pieces were securely taped, he ran to his CD player, carefully placing it inside, closing the lid. He hit play, followed by skip, until he arrived at his favorite. The laser shifted across the CD as it searched for the song, finally reaching it. Spike listened to the opening as it played, again, and again, and again, and again… Spike ripped the lid open removing the CD hastily and throwing it across the room with a yell of frustration.
"God damn you, Harris! You bloody stupid git!" He continued to curse and tromp around in anger for a little while longer. Claming down a bit, he sat down in his chair, with a huff. "Now what am I goin' to do? That was my favorite CD!" He sat in silence for a minute thinking about what to do. "I've got it!" he said as a light bulb flickered, then went out over his head. "I'll get Harris back with a little spell. Something that can be easily cleaned up afterwards." He thought some on what he should do. He sprang up in excitement, "I'll go to Giles! He'll have lot of books to choose from. I'm sure I'll find something good over there!"
A few hours later the sun had set and Spike prepared to make his journey over to Giles' house. Spike knocked on the door and waited to be let in. "Spike, what are you doing here?" the older man asked confused.
"Oh, you know. Just thought I'd stop by," Giles still gave him a look of confusing, "Bein' in the neighborhood and all that."
"Spike, your crypt is on the other side of town and I know there is nothing around here that would peck your interest causing you to be in my neighborhood," Giles stated.
"Then you don't know me very well!" Spike said defensively. Giles frowned, shaking his head.
"Is there something you needed?" he asked, sounding defeated.
"Uh, no. Could I, uh, come in."
"Fine." He opened the door wider, making room for him to enter. Spike milled around, looking over shelves and tables to try and find what he was looking for, as Giles closed the door. When Giles faced him, he noticed what Spike was doing.
"Are you sure I can't help you with something?" Giles asked again. Spike turned sharply, knocking a few knick-knacks off of a table top. Giles hurried to pick up the fallen items. "Spike, I don't know why you're here, but…," He was interrupted by the ringing of the telephone. Giles excused himself as he went to answer it.
Spike watched him go, seeing him continue on into another room. Spike turned back to the books quickly searching for something he could use. "'Magical herbs', uh no, 'Magic Through the Ages', no, no, no, no. No way! Ah, this is what I need, 'How to Conger a Fear Demon.'" He pulled the book from the shelf, shuffling the others about so Giles wouldn't see it missing. Giles entered in the mean time as Spike stood up quickly, stuffing the book in his pants.
"Spike, What are you doing?" Giles asked accusingly.
"Nothin'!"
"Did you just stuff something down your pants?"
"What? NO!" Spike said, sounding as if what he had asked was absurd.
"No, you did. I just saw you! I demand that you show me what's in your pants now!" Spike gave him the legendary 'Spike look', you know the look with the eye brow and the head tilt. "You know what I mean!"
"Look, there is nothing in my pants! And I don't think I like the way I'm bein' interrogated. I think I'll just leave now." He turned himself around and headed toward the exit. Giles watched him go shaking his head in frustration.